This is a song about "Gangsta lean"

Thoughts from the balcony,double cup of lean

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Telling ‘em to go out and blast off, kill a gangsta,

He tries to be a gangsta,

My all gold rolly or the

But rather than singing non praise the dude

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

For thinking you clean

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Catch me out in barcelona, reading chomsky, feeling lean

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean